muffin top reduction

I did it. I conquered the mountain. So I thought anyway. Now, hours later, I am more convinced that the mountain conquered me. I'mma be feeling this one for a few days, that's for sure.

When I get something in my brain, I just need to follow through with it. And today I decided to attack the mountain at 2:00. In the hottest part of the day. Oh well. I could not be dissuaded.

There were so many people there. I think I saw more fanny packs today than I've seen in the past year. Slightly disturbing.

Try as I might, I couldn't get my lungs to cooperate with me. I started out running, but I eventually had to stop so my lungs could catch up with the rest of me. I tried running again, but I didn't last too long. When I could hear my own wheezing over the music blaring in my ears, I knew it was time to stop pushing so hard.

So I walked most of the way up.

I was frustrated, to say the least.

But I was still a hot, sweaty mess by the time I reached the top, though.

over the hill

I was determined to run the whole way down.

So I did.

Maybe I was a little high from too many multiple puffs of my inhaler. I don't know. All I know is that I ran the entire 1.2 miles down the mountain.

And then I collapsed in the grass and tried to remember why exactly I made myself do this today.

collapsed at the bottom at the end

Oh yeah. Self-discipline. Increased lung capacity. Muffin top reduction.

Well, I'm just glad that mountain is behind me.

If only all the other mountains in my life were just as "easily" mastered with an iPod, an inhaler, and a pair of sneakers.